Cador. Then may you rule.
Arthur. When I may die.
Cador. To rule is much.
Arthur. Small, if we covet nought.
Cador. Who covets not a crown?
Arthur. He that discerns the sword aloft.
Cador. That hangeth fast.
Arthur. But by a hair.
Cador. Right holds it up.
Arthur. Wrong pulls it down.